After a roller-coaster ride across the Atlantic (WHEE!!! Wait…how many more hours of this??? Umm.. whee…?) we landed in Lyon, a day ahead of our river cruise along the Soane and Rhone rivers. In a desperate attempt to acclimate to the local time zone, we zombied around town til an appropriate bed time – (6PM) after devouring two cauldrons of moules (mussels) at a sidewalk cafe (with frites, of course!) and watching the locals try to avoid both the rain and eye contact.
After 13 refreshing hours of shut-eye, we attacked Lyon anew, finally aware enough to appreciate the ancient Jesuit college that was our hotel. The Jesuits are gone, (we think), but the tiny circular stone stairways and shadowed loggia remain. Very atmospheric but not photo friendly. You’ll just have to trust me.
We peeked at the Museum of Miniatures.
And, finally, we boarded the ship at the dock in Lyon. And two days later, here we remain. Turns out, recent torrential rains caused high rivers, so the ship can’t fit under the bridges. So far, we’ve seen a lot of Lyon and the Soane River. Fingers crossed, we’ll be heading downstream tonight.